Triumph of every child and mankind dawn,
the evolution of the humble crawl
to the bipedal skill to prowl, whereon
eyes see both sky and line by walking tall.

Every body, like wagging dog’s tail, yearns
to be in motion. An essential urge,
which in its very expression, governs
life, and allows life’s sweet sting to emerge.

A chance whim to pause, linger, and let an
impulse to find source of Mockingbird’s call,
or ponder a Juniper’s windblown span,
or lean and bask against a sun-drenched wall.

The fable of the tortoise and the hare,
please, to walk - or run or drive - do compare.